Leo was near the bar when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to find a man with a soft smile and eyes that seemed to catch every flick of the disco ball.

"I think you dropped this," the man said, holding out a beaded bracelet Leo hadn’t even realized had slipped off. "Thanks. I'm Leo."

"Tonight is about vibes, not vows," Jax declared, finally giving up on the canon. "No pining over exes, no checking apps every five minutes. Just us, the music, and maybe a cute bartender."

Meanwhile, Jax’s "no exes" rule was failing spectacularly. Across the VIP lounge, he spotted Marcus—the one who got away, or rather, the one who moved to Berlin without saying goodbye.

As the clock struck 2:00 AM, the "Main Event" began. The drag performers took the stage, and the room erupted. In the chaos of the cheering crowd, Leo felt Julian’s hand slide into his. It wasn't a grand cinematic gesture, just a quiet grounding force in a room full of noise.

"Just for the week," Marcus replied, looking regretful. "I didn't think I'd see you here."